Ferron and I walk to the stables. We decided it would be best if I didn’t try to get back into the castle, especially with my appearance being so rough now. The plan was to wait until we see people begin to leave, then Ferron will sneak back in and gather up our stuff. The bags with less fragile contents will be thrown out of the bedroom windows, while the bags of food and other breakable things he will carry down with him.
I’m going to begin packing up Mordecai, Ferron's dark horse, and then a horse of my own. I’ll take them over towards our windows and pack what he’s thrown. Then I shall wait for him to bring the rest of our things and we will be on our way to Haydes Peak.
“I’ll try to run into Dragg and tell him I’m going home.” Ferron says, “That way it seems less suspicious
